A Bolt From The Blue Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

His stomach churned, a fresh ache ringing through his ears, but Colton pushed through, slipping forward and jabbing his fist into the big man’s mouth before surprising him with a swift punch to the gut. From over Navy Blue’s shoulder, Colton could see the small movement of Kate’s legs, a renewed hope filling within him. Navy Blue used the distraction to kick out Colton’s ankle from beneath him, causing him to falter to the floor. The man lumbered over him, an accomplished smirk breaking out on his bloodied lips, “You made it far too easy, you boor.”

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

"Okay don't forget to ask me or your dad for help when you need it" Jayden snorted. "I am serious Jay" "Okay mom." "Have you eaten?" "Not yet." "I knew it. Bolatito!" A lady answered from the door "Yes ma" "Bring the food" The lady knocked and came in. "Good evening uncle Jayden" "Evening Bola" Jayden replied. Bolatito dropped the basket on the coffee table. "Bolatito" "Yes ma" "Tell the bodyguards we will be leaving shortly"

Tears fell down my cheeks, "I'm only 17." "I'm not gonna hurt you. We don't hurt innocent people. Just the ones who aren't innocent and love to harm others." I looked at his eyes, they could suck you in. They were icy blue, this guy is so handsome, I've never seen anyone like him in my life. There's something about him that caught my attention, and that's a lot coming from me, the guys at my school don’t Interest me. But this one, this one has, and I know I could never have him. And I know I should be afraid, but honestly, I'm not.

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

Looking at Bolt, who was eager to self-destruct, Frederick smiled and said calmly, "You really want to risk it all? Is it worth it? Just for the measly money Gerald gave you, you're willing to throw away your life?" Bolt's expression hardened. "I fight for my honor! A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated! Since I'm outmatched, let's die together!" Frederick suddenly chuckled, "But in my eyes, something should be more precious to you than honor—and that is Savant Arts! If I'm not mistaken, you have a natural physique incompatible with spiritual nodes, right?" Upon hearing this, Bolt looked as if someone had touched a nerve. His expression dramatically changed, and he asked, "How... How d

My heart had been about to stop beating out of hopelessness, but suddenly, it started to beat again, harder than it ever had. “Three Hummers.” He looked at Bolton. “There’s got to be at least fifteen guys.” Now my heart was racing. Theo was coming for me… Bolton turned to look at me and stared me down like this was all my fault, like I was some mastermind who had orchestrated the entire thing, when in reality, I’d just gotten lucky that he’d picked Scarlett’s restaurant. “Light ’em up.” He turned to his guys. “Get Astrid a vest. Shit’s about to go down.”

Like the Mating Ball. She sighed. But her 18th birthday was tomorrow, and as the last in her school year to come of age, the Mating Ball was a way for local packs to gather and find their mates. A process that she was dreading. No one knew of her past, and she had managed to avoid telling her few friends anything about herself that could put her new life at risk. The Mating Ball threatened to jeopardise everything that she had built for herself. If anyone found out that her father was the King, they would instantly hand her over for the cash reward.

Of course, regret was already useless when Zayn had already caught up to him. “Die!” Sensing that Zayn was right behind him, Bolt’s bloodshot eyes widened in rage. Without any hesitation, he decided to use his trump card, pulling out a bomb from his pocket and tossing it to the back. Even though he knew the bomb could not possibly kill Zayn, he only needed it to slow him down a a little! It seemed like a good idea and he did it very quickly, but he was still underestimating Zayn. Against a supreme powerhouse like Zayn, he had no chance of walking away alive.